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It's one of those little phrases that's catchy but you don't think much of it. It sticks in the back of your head and you never quite forget it but never really remember it either. Then eventually, a few weeks or months later, you realize that oh my god it's entirely 100% true. Not a nice sounding anecdote, that shit is gospel.

Chances are, you've memorized the number. I still remember my ex's number and it's been over a year. And as I typed this, I remembered that she got a new phone number after she left me, but I never bothered to remember the new number because I mean, c'mon, why the fuck would I still call her?

I never wanted to call her while we were together. Our phone conversations would either be me listening to her talking to her work friends while she was on break or her breathing while she was sleeping after work and would not let me hang up and do something with my life. "Hello? Are you sleeping?". She would obviously not answer because she was asleep. "Okay, well I'll let you go since you're asleep. Goodnight." "No, don't hang up!" Sigh... Once we weren't together, I realized I no longer had the obligation to call her when she wanted me to call her and sit through those long pauses of me listening to her do other things. I never thought time could stand so still. FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tl;dr: I don't know her new number because I don't care even though she still wants to be friends.

The first three numbers are one of these possible choices per neighborhood: abc, bdb, abe (these are fixed values). Her number was (using these fixed values):

(area code) abe-bbad. I only had 5 numbers to work with and the pattern was pretty memorable (even on the number pad) besides the fact I called her regularly. I think she gave this number to her little brother now. So if I do ever call her while drunk, yeah... But I won't, I'll probably send dirty texts to other girls I know.

Unless the end of the relationship was something along the lines of "we are better of friend's," why would you still have your ex's number? And if you are thinking about them in the small hours of the morning with your rationality and inhibition suspended, does that not mean you still care about them?

the context of this sign and most other warnings seem to imply that the breakup was not amicable and the phone call is not drunk buddy talk. your point is valid. i am just saying that if you do not or should not be in your exs life any more, why keep their number around?

I would like to take this opportunity to thank the strangers at the bar who would continually slap the phone out of my hand to stop my txting after I was dumped. Their efforts did however, fail eventually as I went to the parking lot and called her... Damn you drunk self!

Yes. God yes. I tried to stay friends with my ex, and the heartbreak from watching her fuck up her life by getting dicked by guys much MUCH worse than me was too much to handle. Delete from life, move on.

Pretty much this. There's that chance your ex will go out with someone truly fantastic and friendly and you'll wish utter happiness upon them, which they will have found. Good for them in this case, it'll still hurt a little but you'll get over it and everyone wins in the long run.

...Or you get front row tickets to her slutfest, a dance perpetrated by a girl you once loved and thought would always be lovely and innocent and pure and make all the right choices. Then next thing you know, you're finding out she's being choded by hairy fatties on a semiweekly basis. ...One of which was a friend.

So I guess it depends on how things go. Obviously in my case, not well. At all.